That smell of frying dough
Small beginnings

They fall from the clouds

Firstgrowth Be like the rabbits and tiger lilies -- keep on moving / March 2010

“But who wrote these lovely songs?” asked Elizabeth. . . . 
Reinhardt said: “They are not made at all; they grow, they fall from the clouds, they fly over the country like gossamer, here and there, and are sung at a thousand places at once. We find our very own doings and sorrows in these songs. It seems as if we had all helped to make them.”

~ Theodore Storm in Immensee


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